10 Brave Novels & Stories

I took her to the kitchen and sat her down and put food in front of her. "Do you know there was once a strong girl?" I said. “This girl had cut her hand one day. But guess what?” “What?” Zara whispered. “She didn’t cry. She smiled. She said, ‘This little cut won’t stop me.’ She was brave.” “Braver than me?” I pushed her back, but only enough that I can look her in the eyes. “No. Because that girl isn’t real. You are. You are the strong one.” “I am strong?”

"It's also admitting you're not like everybody else, and that's very brave." "That's not brave, not like you." "Everything I know about you is brave, Heather. That's why you don't think getting a restaurant to make a Braille menu just for you is brave." "I just do what I have to do, even when it's scary." "That's what brave is. You do it even when you're scared." Heather's face blushed again, and she giggled. She looked over at me, then waved. "Hi," she squeaked at me.

I coughed out more blood. That voice said, "That is your worthiness. Leah, you're stronger than I thought. A king can command his men. A father can command his children. But upon their death, only a brave person like you can stand in front of me, telling me that you are subjected to nothing but your own heart. It takes someone with a brave heart of gold to follow their heart."

“Don’t say that just to make me feel better.” “I’m not.” He reached out and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I meant it when I said you were gorgeous, Chris, and not just that, but you're freaking brave. You walked into that room with your whole heart in your hands and told him how you felt. Do you know how brave that is? I can't even do that.” I shook my head. “Brave people don’t get rejected.” “Brave people get rejected all the time.” Leon’s mouth quirked. “It just means they were brave enough to try.”

In order to survive upcoming events bravery was the key, not cowardness. In order to boost the spirit of his team, the king spoke, "Is something bothering my brave Eagles?" Shoulders which were slumped till now, straightened a bit hearing the adverb brave. One of the ministers broke the news shakily that king Atticus wasn't dead because their plan backfired. There was a sharp intake of breath by the king listening to such a disheartening news but in order to not put down his team's self moral, he didn't scold anyone. He knew very well that this is a time when they need encouragement to believe in themselves.

He was always so tough and so calm. "Of course. Especially when someone threatens my favorite niece." He smiled as she unconsciously created magical stars around them – her comfort mechanism. "Being brave isn't about not being scared. It's about facing those fears to protect what matters." "Like you did with the blade?" He would take that blade over and over to save her. Hell, he would die for any of them because he loved his family. "Like we both did," he corrected gently. "You were so scared, but you stayed. You fought. You healed." She sniffles again and hugged him.

I think I got that from my father. You said he was brave. I've been thinking about that word since I read your letter. People say brave like it's a simple thing, like it just means not being afraid. But I don't think that's right. I think brave means being afraid and doing it anyway because the thing that needs doing is more important than the fear. That's what I think my father did. And that's what I try to do with the newspaper.

Not from the video, not from the gene, not from the man standing in front of her whose worst self was playing on a screen thirty seconds ago. She looks at all of it, and she stays defiant against the instinct to flee. She is brave, in every way that matters. “Okay,” I say. “Let’s kill it.”

"You made the right choice. The brave choice. And we made sure that choice didn't destroy your family." Marcus hugged Zara close. "You really scared me. Going to that meeting by myself. Not willing to give in, even when he threatened everything you care about." I couldn't let you down. Couldn't betray Chen-Hale. Even for my mom. Zara's voice cracked. "But God, it was hard." "I know." But you did it anyway. That shows bravery. He stepped back to see her. "Zara Thompson, you just took down a billionaire who has been scaring people for years. Do you know what that means?

"I don't feel brave." "Brave people never do. They just keep going anyway." He was right. Bravery wasn't confidence. It was moving forward scared. And in five days, I'd stand in city hall. Scared. Broken. But moving forward. With Marcus. Building something new. On our terms. Maybe that was enough. Maybe that was everything.